Natural - Daydream believer

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Oh, I could hide neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin razor s cold and it stings.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

[Instrumental interlude]

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
[Repeat and fade]

Natural - I still gotta live with myself

Tekst :

Here I am standing alone
And I talk with my heart in my hand
And my mind s stuck on pictures of you
People we knew
Candlelight dinners for two

I keep on going around
And the things baby I could have said
Like there s no one above you
That s why I adore you
Now all I m left is regret

Chorus:
And I can t go back anymore
I can t go on living lie
I ve to face up now it s do or die
Or I m gonna drown in these tears that I cry
And I can t keep regretting the day
We wished on a star that s just too far away
There is nowhere to turn my cry for help
And I still gotta live with myself

Here I am missing you so
And I wonder if now is too late
What I wouldn t give
For one more tender kiss
There s so many visions of you that I miss
I still picture us walking down the bay
Laughing and holding you in the rain
Now I know I need you
But baby don t say good-bye
I m on my knees praying to God

Chorus

Don t you remember when we first met
Neither of us was experienced yet
But we took it real slow
It was time to go
How can you say it s over when I love you so

Chorus

There is nowhere to turn my cry for help
And I still gotta live with myself
I ll never love another like you
Like you

Natural - Johnny B. Goode

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Deep down in Louisianna cross the New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreen
There stood a little cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar like a ringing bell

I said go, go Johnny go, go,
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his his guitar and a gun in sack,
Cause if he need to treat by the railroad track
All engineers they been tappin in the shade,
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
But people passing by they would stop and see,
How marvellous that little country boy could play

I said go, go Johnny go, go,
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him someday you will be a man,
You will be the leader of a big ol band
Many people coming from miles around,
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Says, Johnny B. Goode tonight

I said go, go Johnny go, go,
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode

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